There is fire and there is chaos. The little boy can't breathe. The other two stare up at the sky, a poisonous orange hue, but dead. Tubbo stares up wide-eyed at the clouds as they begin to swirl and shift. He can see Ranboo and Tommy reaching out to him, welcoming and forgiving him. Tubbo reaches out a shaky arm, trembling with exhaustion and pain. His vision blurs. He is pulled into a hug, and familiar scents surround him. Black and white hair frames one’s face. Bright blue eyes that smile. Tubbo breathes. He's safe.
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